Still Me

[Verse] I punched the lights out their boss, it's only right they reacted The car tyre done worse than them, stop getting distracted I'm still the G that shot man, stabbed niggas, plus I knock man out In my ends, I'm known for having hands, you should drop it out Ten plus man, some with shanks, running at me and I never folded I know man that ran from one nigga, it just weren't recorded There ain't a fight that'll make my tail tuck Was never backing out, I was just backing up And what's this talk about I lost my jewels, you mad? I ain't no regular They picked that right up and kept it safe while I was getting up They ain't tryna die, they're just defending their boss At the end of the day, I smashed his face in so I don't give a fuck The car tyre hurt me more than the soldiers he pays I was really getting active, ask the bouncers in Ace I give a fuck about your status, still get punched in your face I'm a gangster and there's games I don't play, I was built for this Your opinion doesn't matter, me and my niggas killed for this Waited at the drop until I caught him like I chilled for this Don't let me tripping over confuse who you're dealing with Really on some stepper shit and plus I made it happen first I never hit the booth or hit the net, I went straight to work I sent the hitters out in Ghana, needs to be a lesson learned Then I got the call, they mashed the place up, fuck that, I need it burned I only want blood when my pride is hurt Niggas laughing at me and the fact that they got dead friends And they ain't done shit since, that's gangster since when? You see me say shit up on the internet? Cah niggas get shot when I get disrespect, no cap I buss my gun and knock man out and that's a known fact A lot of man have seen me set it, I don't give no chat I ain't Iron Man to get the upper hand on ten man But I'll never fold, my name ain't E1 and it ain't Blackz [Outro] When you make it out the trenches, it's a different type of feeling A lot of people wanna see you bleeding A lot of people wanna stop your breathing I can't complain, look where I come from I was having kettle baths, I never had no heating Ten years in this ting, I can't believe it I remember hungry days with PK When you make it out the trenches, it's a different type of feeling A lot of people wanna see you bleeding A lot of people wanna stop your breathing I can't complain, look where I come from I was having kettle baths, I never had no heating Ten years in this ting, I can't believe it I remember hungry days with PK